Chapter 720 Bloody Long Street (Part 1)

"I don't have any suggestions, but a few explanations."

Zhou Tong took a few breaths with some difficulty and said: "These explanations have little meaning to others, but I think you are different. After all, the two of us have been in similar situations over the years. My so-called betrayal came from fear and self-protection, while You have done many similar things for the same reason."

This refers to the past when Mo Yu secretly arranged for Chen Changsheng to enter the National Education Academy without telling the Holy Queen, following His Majesty the Pope's wishes.

Mo Yu shook his head and said: "My fear and self-preservation stem from the world after the empress and have nothing to do with the empress."

"No matter what you say, but in my opinion, since the empress has never cared about your life or mine, why should we live for her? That night, Chen Changsheng went to Beibingmasi Hutong to kill me, and I almost died. But how did the empress do it?”

Zhou Tong said mockingly: "She completely ignored my situation and only thought about how to recognize her son. It's a pity that she was blind and even recognized her wrong son."

When he sneered, his purple-black gums contrasted sharply with his pale face, which was very ugly.

Mo Yu said with some pride: "My queen cares about me, she let Yourong and I leave Kyoto first."

Zhou Tong was silent for a long time and suddenly said: "Do you think you can kill me easily because I was poisoned?"

Mo Yu did not explain, but elaborated: "I will kill you."

"The biggest problem you have is that you are too young."

Zhou Tong said: "Youth means not enough years. No matter how talented you are, your realm cannot be too high. And you are not patient enough. You should show up later to make my poison attack deeper. In addition, you should not choose here." , this is my home, it is always more difficult to kill someone in one’s home.”

For most people in the world, home is the place they are most familiar with, the last stronghold, and the true home ground.

Zhou Tong hid his most cherished tranquility and treasures in this small courtyard, so he naturally made many arrangements accordingly. There are many mechanisms and formations here.

Following his words, the sound of many mechanisms starting up sounded outside the window. The sunlight in the patio seemed to dim a few minutes, and several powerful formations emerged from the ground.

The two precious elixirs had turned into essence in his belly. As the meridians circulated throughout his body, they temporarily suppressed the toxins and restored part of his strength.

The sun in the sky had no real temperature, the gentle breeze was a bit cold, and the smell of blood followed the formation and enveloped the entire courtyard.

He used Da Hongpao's secret technique without hesitation. If anyone used their spiritual sense to observe, they would find that the entire courtyard was now soaked in a sea of ​​blood.

Dahongpao's secret method is his strongest method, and it consumes his spiritual consciousness and true energy extremely fiercely. Especially since he is now poisoned by two kinds of poisons, he cannot sustain it for too long. But Mo Yu had no way to stay in this sea of ​​blood. If she didn't want to die with her, she had to retreat temporarily.

He just needed to seize the opportunity of her temporary retreat and escape from this small courtyard. As long as he came to the street, he could save his life.

This was the most effective method Zhou Tong thought of before he died.

The small courtyard looks ordinary, but there are many extraordinary big shots living on the street outside the courtyard. He had this in mind when he chose this place.

What happened next was beyond Zhou Tong's imagination, or more accurately, beyond his understanding of Mo Yu.

Because, Mo Yu did not leave, she stood by the door, letting the invisible sea of ​​blood smear the palace clothes into terrifying colors.

She was calm and focused, and the fatigue between her brows and eyes had all been replaced by deathly silence.

The stars in the palace clothes are shining brightly, and it shines through the blood. It is very beautiful.

A thin sword that looked very delicate in appearance, but contained the wind and rain of time, pierced the sea of ​​blood in the room, like a condensed starlight.

There was a soft pop sound, and the sword sank into Zhou Tong's lower abdomen. The tip of the sword poked out from behind his waist, bringing out a trail of black blood.

Zhou Tong didn't scream or howl in pain. He stared at her in front of him with a look of disbelief on his face.

Mo Yu's sword pierced his body.

His sea of ​​blood has also swallowed up Mo Yu's consciousness.

Not to mention that Mo Yu is only in the middle realm of Star Gathering. Even if she breaks through to the peak of Star Gathering now, she will never be able to leave this sea of ​​blood and this small courtyard.

In other words, she must die.

Why? Zhou Tong soon understood that she had never thought about living.

He wanted to use the words "die together" to force her to give in, but she was originally here to die together with him.

When she returned to Kyoto, it was a dead end, and she just wanted to take him with her.

No matter whether he falls into the abyss or enters the sea of ​​stars, she will take him with her and bring him to the presence of the Holy Queen.

Zhou Tong's face turned very pale.

He didn't want to die with her.

The entire courtyard is still under his control, and the mechanisms and formations have not been activated. He still wants to take a chance.

However, he failed, not because of the sword that penetrated his body, but because his body became stiff.

A pair of hands fell on his shoulders.

The hands were very thin, withered, like branches, very white, and had not seen the sun for many days. The nails were very pointed, long, sharp, and covered with dirt.

They were a pair of wolf claws, and the sharp nails dug deeply into the bottom of Zhou Tong's shoulder bones, puncturing several bloody holes, and black blood gurgled out.

Zhou Tong knew that his injury was more serious, and cracks had appeared on his shoulder bones.

His body felt extremely cold and extremely frightened, and he did not dare to look back.

He had already guessed who the person who came behind him quietly like a ghost was.

Back then, he had read the relevant files about this person's murder on the snowfield, and he knew that if he turned around, he would definitely be bitten through the neck.

On the edge of life and death, Zhou Tong no longer paid attention to the two poisons in his body, and squeezed out even the last drop of true energy.

In the room shrouded in a sea of ​​blood, there was a huge wave.

With a sharp roar, he turned into a streak of blood and rushed out the door.

With a click, the sword that penetrated his body was broken by his forward motion.

The person who came behind him like a ghost didn't have time to twist his neck, only a few squeaking sounds were heard, and several streams of blood surged up.

Countless mechanisms were activated at the same time, and several formations exerted their final effect, exploding like fireworks. All the rockery screens in the small courtyard collapsed, followed by the collapse of the house itself. Smoke and dust filled the air, the green bamboos were broken into several pieces, the stone slabs were shattered, and even the sunlight seemed to be broken.

Zhou Tong fell on the broken bamboo by the wall.

He pushed down a fake bamboo shoot as quickly as possible, and all the remaining courtyard walls collapsed.

He was blown out of the courtyard by the air wave and landed heavily on the snow.

In the white snow, he is covered in blood. The picture is not beautiful, nor does it make people feel heroic.

His blood was black and smelly, dripping from the sword wound between his chest and abdomen.

His back was even more miserable, with tattered clothes, bloody flesh, ten extremely deep claw marks, and faintly visible bones.

Zhou Tong lived for many years, and this was his most miserable moment.

But in his eyes, which were full of fear and pain, he finally saw some hope, even ecstasy.

Because he finally came to the street.

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Smoke and dust filled the air, stone debris danced wildly, and the entire courtyard turned into ruins in a short period of time.

Mo Yu was not surprised by this. She knew that people like Zhou Tong would definitely make a lot of noise when they were about to die, and this was indeed his home court. She was a little surprised that someone could follow Zhou Tong out of the tunnel. After coming out, even though she had a detailed map of the Zhou Prison Tunnel, she never thought about going down there. But when she discovered that the person was Zhe Xiu, the accident became a matter of course. She knew that what this wolf cub was best at was stalking, hiding, and then killing people.

She and Zhexiu looked at each other, and then walked out of the hospital, injured, but not too serious.

Zhou Tong's cultivation level is much higher than that of Mo Yu and Zhe Xiu. Under normal circumstances, even if Mo Yu and Zhe Xiu join forces, they may not be his opponent.

Mo Yu and Zhe Xiu were the people who wanted him to die the most in the world. They were very well prepared and chose to use poison in unison.

Even in this situation, Zhou Tong still survived and escaped from the courtyard.

However, Mo Yu and Zhexiu were not in a hurry, because Zhou Tong only had half his life left and was not far from death.

When they walked to the street, Zhou Tong was still not far ahead.

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Zhou Tong has turned into a bloody man. Not to mention using his skills to rush, he can't walk too fast and stumbles forward. .

The blood kept dripping on the snow, and the color was very dark, like ink.

Zhe Xiu had gone somewhere unknown, and the shadows along the street seemed a little deformed.

Mo Yu came behind him, her green hair slightly messy, brushing against her pale face.

She said nothing and looked at his back expressionlessly.

She returned to Kyoto just to prepare to die with Zhou Tong. Unexpectedly, she is still alive now.

She didn't care about being discovered by others that she had returned to Kyoto. She didn't care about being seen by others.

Zhou Tong knew she was coming and tried hard to speed up, but couldn't.

The snowy street was very quiet, and all he could hear was his heavy breathing.

Mo Yu held the half-cut sword and slashed downwards.

With a bang, Zhou Tong fell heavily into the snow, and there was a bloody mouth on his left rib.

He still didn't look back. He gasped, struggled to get up, and continued to move forward.

There is a mansion on the street. The door is vermilion, and a white flag is stretched out in the corner. It is a bit damaged.

With a creak, the door of the mansion was pushed open, and someone walked out.

Zhou Tong knew who owned this mansion, and continued to move forward without any emotion on his blood-stained face.

The sword light flashed again, and there was another bloody mouth on his body, and then he fell into the snow again.

A cry of surprise sounded on the stone steps.

Zhou Tong fell on the snow, coughing in pain, and blood kept splattering.

After an unknown amount of time, he stood up from the snow again with a low, beast-like cry.

Mo Yu was right behind him, holding a sword in his hand with his blood on it.

He didn't look back, just looked ahead, breathing quickly and painfully.

The snowy street was so clear and vast, and there was no one around. Where was he going?